Page 70 of Lucky Boys
That had everyone laughing. “We can say that right now if you want, Brooks. I think we all feel strongly about you and would love for you to be an official part of our little family.” Luca added seriously.
I was grinning from ear to ear despite the turn the conversation was going to take. Especially when both Mav and Skye nodded in agreement.
I suddenly felt less scared to tell them. I was still concerned about their reactions, but I was no longer explaining to potential play partners. I was telling my boyfriends, my partners, and yeah, they deserved to know.
Skye kissed me firmly on the lips and checked in one more time that I wanted him to start. I gave him a little smile and nod, telling him I was ready.
“I was at Boundless Bliss about two years ago and saw Brooks playing with some fucking asshole. The guy had a reputation, so I began to keep an eye on them. I could tell almost immediately that Brooks was acting funny. At first, I thought he was just drunk, and I planned on pulling him aside when his scene was over to make sure he understood never to play like that again, but then I could see that he was struggling in his bondage, like really fucking struggling, and I started to get closer, especially because the fucker kept ignoring it. He hadn’t safeworded at that point, so I was hesitant to get involved, but then he did. It was all slurred and Brooks’s eyes kept rolling in the back of his head, so I knew something was really fucking wrong. Then the fucker punched Brooks right in the kidneys and told him he didn’t deserve a safeword.” Skye squeezed my hips and kissed my neck in comfort. “I handled it from there.”
I could feel the anger in the room, even if I couldn’t bring myself to look at either Luca or Mav yet. I fiddled with my bracelets and shifted in Skye’s lap.
I started to talk before anyone could say anything. “I was completely strapped down. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. And usually, I could get out of just about any bondage, but the guy, he, um, he must’ve drugged my water when I wasn’t looking.”
Maverick fucking snarled, like full on werewolf snarl, and even though rationally I knew it was not directed at me, I quickly added, “I was more careful after that. I only drank from sealed water bottles and I needed to have either my arms or legs free.”
The silence was suffocating, and I opened my mouth to say something, anything, just to break the tension, when Maverick finally spoke, his voice hard like he was barely holding it together.
“You took care of it?” I finally looked up, and it seemed like he was staring into Skye’s soul.
“Yeah, the guy isn’t a problem anymore.”
I knew what that meant. I’d looked the guy up after all that and had found out that he’d all but disappeared without a trace. No one had heard from him again. I’d never asked Skye for the details and he’d never confirmed, but I’d always been aware that Il Fortunato, and Skye in particular, was willing to cross lines I hadn’t before.
“I need details, Skye.” Maverick’s anger hadn’t dissipated at all.
Skye was calm and collected, unlike me who couldn’t decide if I wanted to hide under a blanket fort and watch horror movies all day or get on my knees and beg to suck Maverick’s dick because that overprotective tone did all kinds of things to me.
“Later. Brooks doesn’t need to know.”
Okay . . . but now Brooks kind of wanted to know. It didn’t bother me that Skye had killed the guy. I hadn’t been the first person he’d drugged, and the rest of them hadn’t been as lucky. I’d also learned that he had a sister that he had fucking terrorized and used to support his drug habit. Funnily enough,after he’d disappeared, his sister had came into a decent chunk of money, was able to move out of the city, and last I heard, she was in nursing school.
But also, I didn’t want to harp on this. It had happened and had sucked, but it was over. I’d learned from it, and it wasn’t like I had some kind of long-lasting trauma. I honestly had no idea how I’d respond to full bondage because I hadn’t tried. But I didn’t get nightmares. I wasn’t scared away from BDSM or being a submissive. It was just something that had happened.
Luca and Maverick were going to need more time, clearly, and maybe it was selfish of me, but I didn’t want it to be now. We’d be spending most of our time stalking Damian soon, and I wanted to know what was on those other papers.
“I don’t mean to be an asshole or anything. But really, I’m okay. I don’t want to focus on that. I wanna talk about the future.” I grinned, trying to be playful. “And I wanna know what those other lists are.”
I didn’t think Luca and Maverick were totally on board on with this plan. Mav wasn’t even sitting anymore and was pacing the room, his fists clenched. But they seemed to eventually understand how badly I needed to move on.
Luca sighed deeply. “Yeah, okay. Okay. We’ll move on. I think I’d like to talk more about that later though. Not today.”
I shrugged. I’d kind of expected that. Luca closed his eyes, and I could tell he was trying to compartmentalize. When he opened them, they were clearer and some of that anger was gone.
“Now that we went through the basics, these checklists are a little different. We don’t really need to do them today, but there is something I want to talk to you about.”
“Alright . . .”
“I know you’re submissive, obviously, but we never really talked about what that means to you. Do you only want toexplore that dynamic in the bedroom or in strictly defined scenes? If so, that’s fine. I can’t promise I won’t screw it up. The three of us fall easily in and out of the dynamic. There’s not really any discussion about it—we just know. It’s hard for me to turn it off, but I’d try.”
I managed to hold in my laugh. If Luca really thought he could hold in his dominant side at all, he was delusional. Even when he’d been trying when I’d first come to him, he’d been crap at it.
“Thankfully for you, I don’t want that. I like the idea of having the structure and rules outside the bedroom. I don’t know if I necessarily want them 24/7, but I like the idea of naturally falling in and out of it. Though, just a warning, around you two, I’ll be submissive more than I’m not.”
Finally, that seemed to get Maverick to settle, and he turned and stalked to me. “I don’t think that will be a problem, brat.”
“I’d really like to explore a D/s dynamic with you,” Luca went on. “One where I control things in your everyday life and set rules and guidelines that you’d be expected to follow, and if you didn’t, I could punish you. We’d agree on all of that of course. I also feel like you might benefit from a service aspect.”
I will not come in my pants. I will not come in my pants.“What do you mean by service?”
